These two people are extremely powerful, although they are not as strong as him, once they join forces, with their deep foundation and tacit cooperation, they will definitely consume his physical strength and star power, and eventually drag him down.

What he has to do is to make himself stronger. He needs to swallow more energy and further improve his realm so that he can be confident of defeating God One and God Two. The other sacred warriors have become his best targets for improving his strength.

"Do not! Dodge quickly!" The white-robed palm festival roared at the top of his lungs, his voice full of anxiety and fear.

When the powerful people in the Holy Temple heard his shouts, they also realized the danger was coming. Their faces turned pale in an instant, and their eyes were filled with panic and fear. They wanted to escape, but it was too late.

Ling Xiao may have to work hard to deal with the God Knight, but it is simply a breeze to deal with these ordinary sacred warriors. In his eyes, these people are like ants, vulnerable.

"True Demon of Blood Tribulation, swallow it for me!" Ling Xiao roared again, his voice full of endless domineeringness and majesty.

Countless blood-red thin lines flew out from his body, like bloodthirsty poisonous snakes, pounced towards the surrounding sacred warriors. The thin lines were extremely fast and penetrated their bodies in the blink of an eye.

"Puff puff puff..." A series of sounds sounded, and these thin lines were like greedy demons, instantly swallowing the blood of the warriors of the Holy Templar. In just a moment, more than a dozen people fell to the ground and turned into shriveled corpses.

You know, these people are not ordinary people. Each of them is a powerful star realm and is considered a well-known figure on this continent. But in front of Ling Xiao, they seem so small and fragile, just like an ant, without any power to resist.

When the surrounding sacred warriors saw this scene, their hearts were filled with fear and despair. Their legs began to tremble, and their eyes were filled with confusion and helplessness.

They didn't know what to do, whether to continue fighting or turn around and run away. But no matter what choice they made, their fate seemed to be destined in the face of Ling Xiao, a terrifying existence.

Suddenly, a sharp "escape!" cut through the noisy sound, and I don't know who shouted the word full of despair. This shout was like a huge rock thrown into the calm lake, instantly causing a thousand waves among the warriors in the temple.

The warriors in the Holy Temple were already frightened by Ling Xiao's terrifying strength and bloody killing. This shout was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely ruining them.

Their eyes were filled with fear and panic, and the originally neat queue became chaotic in an instant. Some began to turn around and run away desperately, while others stood there, at a loss, and some were pushing and shoving in the crowd, trying to squeeze out a way for themselves to escape.

"Kill!" In sharp contrast to this, is the fighting spirit roar of the warriors of the Domine Empire. This sound echoed on the battlefield like a war drum, encouraging the hearts of every Warrior of the Domine Empire.

Ji Mingkong held the long sword in his hand and jumped high. His figure looked particularly tall under the sunlight. He waved the long sword in his hand vigorously and issued a horn of counterattack.

In his opinion, with Ling Xiao here, they will definitely have a chance to win this battle. Ling Xiao's terrifying strength is like a reassurance, which makes them full of confidence.

So, Ling Bi, Xiao Lianzhu, Momo, Weiwei, Tianhun Saint, and other powerful people from the Heavenly Domineering Empire rushed out like arrows. A firm light flashed in their eyes, and the weapons in their hands flashed with cold light, as if they were about to kill all the enemies in front of them.

The counterattack began, and the entire battlefield became even more intense in an instant.

Facing the powerful sacred temple who had no intention of fighting, even if the warriors of the Domineering Empire were slightly weaker in strength, they would have a chance to kill the other party.

The warriors of the Holy Temple had completely lost their will to fight at this time. They just wanted to escape from this terrifying place as soon as possible. The warriors of the Domineering Empire were full of morale. They launched fierce attacks on the enemy like tigers descending the mountain.

Ling Xiao did not stop everyone's attacks, so he stood quietly in the middle of the battlefield, like a cold executioner. He quickly formed seals with both hands, and the power of the blood tribulation true demon in his body surged wildly.

In an instant, a terrifying red line that was 1,000 meters long erupted from his body, like a huge python, wandering around the battlefield.

This red line exudes a terrifying aura. As long as the sacred warriors are touched by it, there is almost no possibility of survival. Wherever the red line passes, the sacred warriors fall to the ground, blood splattering everywhere, and the scene is terrible. This is almost a flash kill, which makes the people around you tremble.

In the air, the white-robed Zhangji's face became very gloomy. His brows were frowned tightly, and a hint of anger and helplessness appeared in his eyes.

He obviously didn't expect that Ling Xiao would become so terrifying after not seeing him for a few days. He was originally afraid of the woman beside Ling Xiao, thinking that as long as the woman did not appear, they could easily deal with Ling Xiao. As a result, the woman did not appear, but they were no longer Ling Xiao's opponents.

He looked at the chaotic situation on the battlefield and thought about countermeasures in his heart. At present, unless he did it himself, no one could be Ling Xiao's opponent.

But he also knew that once he came to an end in person, the situation of the battle would become more complicated, and he was not sure whether he could defeat Ling Xiao. His heart was full of hesitation and contradictions, and he didn't know what to do.

The white-robed palm festival stood up floating, frowning, and his face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out. His eyes were staring at the Zhaixing Tower Master who was confronting him below, feeling full of annoyance and helplessness.

But the master Zhaixing Tower in front of him was really troublesome. This person is very skilled in martial arts and has strange body skills. Every move and every move has hidden mystery, as if an insurmountable mountain lies in front of him.

He had fought with the Zhaixing Tower Master for dozens of rounds, and tried all his best, but he could not defeat him. The Zhaixing Tower Master was like a piece of candy, sticking to him tightly, making him unable to withdraw to deal with other situations. This time, he really miscalculated.

He couldn't help but secretly regret in his heart that he brought too few masters. Originally, he thought that with his strength and the sacred temple elites he brought were enough to wipe out the forces of the Domineering Empire in one fell swoop, but reality slapped him hard.
Chapter completed!